To wonder how I ended up deciding what everyone would eat for ever more

[snowdropsandcrocuses]

This isn't a complaint about chores or sharing the general load. Me and DP both work ft though I work shifts and earn more so I tend to do the food shopping online. He is very very good at chores, will clean, vacuum, washing, ironing and everything else. Over the years I have taken on the lion's share of cooking. I'm better at it than him and I like food cooked well.

What blows my mind though is how others don't seem to have opinions on what to eat. I try to meal plan each week and order shopping but when I throw out 'what do people want for dinner?' I get shrugs and 'anything' answers.

Now I go through life deciding what I want to eat almost every single day. There is nobody placing a meal in front of me unless I already picked the menu or bought the ingredients.

I'm not complaining that I'm not cooked for but I'm so confused that others (kids/DP) don't have a 'yearning' for any particular meal. I say, what do you fancy for tea tonight? But get no definitive answer. How don't you know what you fancy eating?!?! It's like asking someone if they want tea or coffee and they say 'either'. What?! Why? How do you not know what you want?!?!

Do others not find themselves occasionally thinking 'oh I haven't eaten xxx for a while, I really fancy eating that for tea'?

Blows my mind.

Same here but for me the it's the having to sit in the space of 30 mins where I've just realised I've got no food shopping booked and have to somehow do an online shop which contains all the ingredients for every meal for 5 people for 7 days. Every six months or so I just lose the will to live. Dh starts to notice things have gone awry when the shopping contains things like it did yesterday, 4 x packs of crumpets, the same amount of English muffins. Same for pitta and same of flat breads. I have no idea what I was thinking. And not a meal between them.

I give my husband a choice of 2 meals the night before so I can take whatever is needed out the freezer.

I remember enjoying cooking once. As a young idiot.

Now I swear it makes me want to end it all. If I were dead, I'd never have to cook a meal, think of ingredients and methods, or be tied to the fucking countertop every evening. When my kids leave home I'll never cook again. I hate food now. Can't eat the slop. Developed texture and flavor issues because I hate what I cook so much and hate that no one else seems to notice or care.

Every day, pointless. Because after work, cook. Then it's dark and I'm exhausted.

It's the last household prison.

Same here, OP.

My one night off is Saturday night, takeaway tonight!

Even takeaways are boring me silly. Its either curry, pizza or chippy. And the same stuff in either.

What i want is home cooking, a nice homemade meal put down to me, nice gravy, veg etc etc.

EXCEPT I DIDN'T BLOODY COOK IT

@MadamMoth

Same here but for me the it's the having to sit in the space of 30 mins where I've just realised I've got no food shopping booked and have to somehow do an online shop which contains all the ingredients for every meal for 5 people for 7 days. Every six months or so I just lose the will to live. Dh starts to notice things have gone awry when the shopping contains things like it did yesterday, 4 x packs of crumpets, the same amount of English muffins. Same for pitta and same of flat breads. I have no idea what I was thinking. And not a meal between them.

This made me laugh. I usually book the slot with a few random favourites (but always to a value of at least £40 because I made the mistake once of having a whole chicken and one banana delivered!) and then panic at 10pm the night before it's coming because I haven't planned or updated the order. Last week I updated the basket at 11:46pm and lost all my changes so had to go shopping anyway. This week I didn't have time to do the meal plan so just threw random shit in the basket. Now I have a bunch of meat in the fridge that needs portioning out and freezing but I cannot bring myself to be bothered. I have £10 worth of chicken breasts that I absolutely need to split into containers but I'm working all weekend and I know I will be knackered when i get home and won't want to do it. Especially as I will have to wash the plastic tray before putting it in the recycling and I hate raw chicken juice. I realise these are first world problems.

DH does all of our planning, shopping and cooking and I do consider myself extremely lucky he is happy to do so. The deciding and planning is definitely the bit I'd hate more than the cooking itself.
Do others not find themselves occasionally thinking 'oh I haven't eaten xxx for a while, I really fancy eating that for tea'?
Not really, I really don't care! I like pretty much everything so I am happy just having it decided for me. Sometimes I am presented with options and pick one because I think it's only fair to DH for me to make a decision when he's spent time coming up with options and the ingredients for them but I may as well toss a coin.